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This room is located in a flat in the Middle City Slums. It contains a plethora of gadgets stolen and bought from various locations. They are arranged as the technicians need for various projects. They have not yet been able to hack the announcement boards an speakers.

Roleplay!

((P.S. Is this good, Julia, or are there any changes you'd like to make?))

Cinder walked into the tech room and say down in a swivel chair in front of a panel of screens, cameras.

Morgan walked in, smirking evilly.

"I wouldn't be laughing," cinder said

"Oh, but I would." She said and a call came in. She leaned back. "Yes the target is being watched...of course I haven't.... Do you know who you're talking to!?..." She hung up.

"Morgan...?" Cinder stood up

Morgan looked at her. "Yes?" She was less crazy now.

"Who was on the phone," she asked, taking a slow step back.

((?*))

"Classified." She said. "I'm sorry, I am still me, but I have connections to keep track of things.

"You said you were a chef," cinder furrowed her brow

"I am but..." She ughed.

"But what?" She asked cautiously

"I'm an agent from the T.S.R.G." she explained.

"What the hell does that stand for?" She asked

"Top Secret Resistance Group. We keep track of the targets that could harm the Resistance."

((I made that up, because I wanted her to have some double life...))

"Okay, I thought you were a spy from the council for a minute there." She sighed

Morgan spat.

Cinder smirked

Morgan growled. "Shut it Cinder."

Cinder sat back down. "Okay, let's go through the footage," she said

"Oh, by the way, I know Ice's secret!" She said and then acted like she hadn't.

"Ices secret?" She asked, turning around

"What? What secret?"

"The secret you just mentioned!" She said, standing up.

"I mentioned no such thing!" She grinned happily. "I will get my revenge..." Sh whispered so no one could hear.

"Morgan," cinder said

"Tell me,"

"no!"

She pinned her against the wall. "You know something and you're not telling me. She could be part of the Council for all I know!"

Morgan kneed her in the stomach and slammed her away. "She isn't." Well, not technically, but Morgan was getting her revenge. That's right, ((Morgan, RP!))

She clutched her stomach, she wasn't used to physical combat. "Then why aren't you telling me," she coughed

"It's classified Sherlock!" She said. "I tell and I die!"

"I don't think you understand how serious this is! They found one of our spies! And killed him!" She shouted

"Oh my god, Cinder! Don't you get it? And yes, I do. I understand better than you ever will!" The venom in her voice was full.

"I'm head of Tech! Where there's a camera, I there's me! I know everything that goes on. Outside of the council," she growled

"Obviously not everything." Morgan said.

((Email System is open
Morgan to Cinder: Cinder! I'm sorry!))

"You can't be a spy for The Resistance if we can't even trust you!" She shouted

((Huh?))

"I'm sorry." She said wishing she could tell her.

((She is emailing Cinder. XD. I thought it was funny.))

"You can't be a spy," she crossed her arms

"If I tell you I cant be either." She glared. "And if you cared about anyone else but yourself you wouldn't be doing this." She turned.

((Morgan: This computer isn't working....))

"I care about the survival of the resistance." She growled

"So you'll be able to be selfish again." She said. "I'm protecting me and you and Ice."

"I'm not being selfish!" She shouted. "I want the council overthrown as much as the next person!"

"And I'm the next person. So deal with it." I'll email her.

((Morgan to Cinder: PICK UP!))

She punched her square in the jaw and ran out the door.

((Still confused))

((I'm sick >_< I have this really bad cough and I keep coughing and I've almost lost my voice))

((And the asthma isn't exactly helping at all))

Morgan rolled her eyes.

((This is Morgan's computer. She is emailing Cinder.))

She walked for a block or two and sat down against a building, letting the snow fall into her.